Penalty

Cautiously, she climbed the stairs. Given the fact that she was making her way to their own attic, she knew each step. She knew exactly how many there were, when the bend came. But it was still hard, blindfolded and with her hands cuffed behind her back. The most difficult part was keeping your balance, in the dark and without the option of supporting yourself. Also, the five inch heels weren't helping. Neither did the ridiculously tight dress. Peter was following a few steps down. He didn't mind her taking her time, leering alternately at her rock hard calves and her heaving buttocks.
She had reached the top and was waiting for him to open the door. With a grin, he said: "What are you waiting for? Open that door!" With a heavy sigh she turned around and started groping. It was a sliding door and you had to push in a button on top of the handle before you could open it. She had to bend her knees a bit in order to find it. Even as she had, it still gave her some difficulty to wrench the door open. But she succeeded eventually, and bit by bit, knees still bent, her feet crossing over, she slid it open.

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